Whatever a monk keeps pursuing with his thinking and pondering, that becomes the inclination of his awareness.

Not merely by rules of conduct and religious observances, nor by much learning either, nor even by attainment of concentration, nor by sleeping alone, do I reach the happiness of freedom, to which no worldlings attain. If you have not put an end to compulsions, nurse your faith

The fiercest fire is hatred.

Fill your mind with compassion.

Happy indeed are the arahants! No craving can be found in them. Cut off is the conceit 'I am,' Burst asunder is delusion's net.

Only he who crosses the stream of life wishes to know what is known as unknowable.

Form is emptiness, emptiness is form